2.0

really did not enjoy this book at all. the prose was leaden and very full of itself, and the story completely repetitious and far-fetched. i say "story" because after reading the entirety of this, i honestly doubt whether 3/4ths of this book are true, rather than the rantings and ravings of a psychopath to make himself seem even more dangerous or important. i looked up many of the claims contained within this book out of curiosity, and although kuklinski claims responsibility for many crimes, the credit for most a lot of the more notorious ones went elsewhere, at least as far as public record is concerned. there were also some authorial choices that i sincerely question, such as the casual glossing over of years of marital rape.

about a quarter of the way into the book i kept checking to see how much further i had to go because it gets so repetitive and leaden that i couldn't believe there was as much left as there was. the last quarter of it was a painful slog. how many times can you say the same things over and over again?

if you are a completionist and a devotee of mafia memoirs i suppose there could be some value in this book, but you may as well read a novel instead. i'm quite sure it would be just as disgusting about women, and fiction is supposed to be made up.